"Qingye Guandan Medicine Pavilion Medicine Garden Medicine Boy Ye Cang, please advise!"

A crisp voice sounded in the sky above the dojo, attracting everyone around to watch, and countless eyes looked in the direction of the Aoba Guan disciple's camp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw a thin young man walking out of the camp of the disciples of the Aoba Guan Dan Medicine Pavilion, who looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, came out of the crowd, clasped his fists with both hands, and said to the iron hand in the dojo.

"Who is this young man? At such an age, he should have just entered the sect not long ago, wouldn't it be hard to come out so rashly?"

"Haha, it seems that Aoba is not unpopular, this little doll's courage is commendable. On the wooden stand, Shi Fei's head immediately laughed when he saw Ye Cang come forward, he naturally saw Ye Cang's age at a glance, such a thin body came out to face the iron hand, it could only be boring for himself.

"Which pavilion's disciple is this?" Yisang Daoist also frowned slightly at this time, obviously not impressed by Ye Cang at all.

"Senior brother in charge, he is Ye Cang, the medicine boy of this pavilion, he just worshiped the disciple last year, his cultivation is still shallow, and he is a pseudo-spiritual root qualification, I am afraid of ......" Qingsang Daoist quickly explained on the side.

"Nonsense!" Before a Sang Dao person could speak, the Hundred Dao Pavilion's Zi Sang Dao Man scolded directly, "Don't he know what kind of occasion this is today? Although this sect has suffered a loss, he can't respond to the battle in such a hurry, otherwise wouldn't it make this sect a laughing stock in the mouths of others? Hurry up and let him go down!"

Qing Sang Dao Chief's face was slightly embarrassed, and although the other pavilion masters did not speak, they obviously agreed with Zi Sang Daoren's statement.

"Wait," Shi Fei's head said at this time, "The iron hand in the dojo is also a new disciple of this sect last year, and he is also a pseudo-spiritual root qualification, does your sect have a rule that disciples who have been in the beginner for one year are not allowed to take the test?"

"You ......" Zisang Daoren wanted to refute a few words in a thick voice, but when the words came to his mouth, he found that he had nothing to say.

"Since your sect has won three games, I think this last one should be regarded as a competition and exchange, and it will also satisfy the wish of this young man called Tie Shou. At this time, a Sang Daoist finally spoke, although he didn't quite approve of Ye Cang's rash break out at this time, but he didn't say anything to stop it.

Under the wooden stands, Ye Cang walked to the edge of the dojo step by step, turned over and climbed up, and his clumsy figure caused everyone around him to frown.

"Qingye Guan Medicine Boy, Ye Cang, please advise!" Ye Cang came to the opposite side of the iron hand and said with his fists clenched.

"You're good, you have courage, I admire you. I am Tie Shou, a disciple of Xuantieguan, please advise. Seeing Ye Cang's thin figure, the iron hand on the other side said directly.

As the words fell, Ye Cang's footwork changed, his figure quickly swept out, and he rushed directly towards the iron hand, and his agile body was obviously not as clumsy as he climbed onto the dojo just now.

"It's Qinglinggong, but it seems that there is only the second level of the realm of "doing it at will". "Below the dojo, there were immediately Qingye Guan disciples who recognized Ye Cang's body technique, and the speed of this body technique seemed to be inferior to the two who were defeated just now.

Seeing Ye Cang's figure rushing over, Tie Shou did not take an offensive, still standing still, taking a deep breath, pressing hard, and standing firmly on the ground.

Ye Cang's right hand clenched into a fist, and the figure quickly appeared in front of Tie Shou's eyes, and then punched Tie Shou's chest.

"It's a good time!" Iron Hand shouted, directly raising the defense to the highest, he was indeed inferior to the other party in terms of body speed, but he was very confident in his own defense skills, and few disciples of the same level could break through it in the competition within the sect.

"Bang!"

Ye Cang's fist was directly imprinted on Tie Shou's chest, the imaginary scene did not appear, under Ye Cang's punch, Tie Shou's face instantly turned from red to blue, from cyan to white, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out upside down.

"What!" The faces of the people around the dojo were full of shock at this time, and they looked at the thin figure on the field in disbelief. Before, the two acquired disciples of Aoba Guan used the same move, but they didn't build an inch, but the young man in front of him actually broke through the defense of the iron hand with one punch and seriously injured the opponent and vomited blood, which was too unimaginable.

"What a hard fist! And this strength ......" On the wooden stand, the head of Shi Fei, who was still talking and laughing just now, had already lost his smile at this time, his face was solemn, his eyes were slightly narrowed at Ye Cang on the stage, and he muttered.

"Good fight!" "Good fight!" Zisang Daoren of the Hundred Swords Pavilion laughed heartily at this time, before the iron hand defeated two outstanding disciples of Aoba Guan in a row, but at this time, he was seriously injured by the thin medicine boy of the Pill Pavilion, which relieved him a breath of evil in his heart.

On the dojo, Ye Cang slowly withdrew his fist. Listening to the cheers around the dojo, especially from the direction of the disciples of the Aoba Temple, my heart fluctuated slightly.

After calming down a little, Ye Cang turned around and bowed to Shi Fei, the head of the stands, and hugged his fist, "Master Xuantie, Ye Cang still wants to continue the Dao competition and learn the tricks of the Xuantie Guandao friends!"

"Hiss!" There was a moment of silence around the dojo under Ye Cang's words, and then there was a burst of discussion, and many people's eyes invariably looked at the head of the Xuantie Temple on the wooden stand.

In the wooden stands, after hearing Ye Cang's words, Shi Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "Junior, how do you want to compete?"

"According to the order of the dojo's arguments, continue to compete with the iron clothes and iron stone arguments that have not yet appeared in your sect. After Ye Cang finished speaking, he turned his head to look in the direction of the Xuantieguan disciple's camp.

"Well, if you have the courage, then this seat will fulfill you. Shi Fei's voice was calm with a hint of coldness, "Tie Yi, Tie Shi, you two little cubs come out, this disciple of Qingye Guan wants to continue the Dao competition, you can have a good time with him, don't let this sect be looked down upon." ”

By the end, the voice had become rather cold.

"Disciple obeys!" Under the stage, Tie Yi and Tie Shi bowed in response.

After saying that, Tie Yi took the lead in flashing his figure, came to the dojo, and looked at Ye Cang opposite with a calm face, "Xuan Tie Guan Tie Yi, please advise." ”

"Please!" Ye Cang stretched out his right hand and made an invitation.

"Huh!" Ye Cang's voice had just fallen, and the iron clothes on the opposite side had already moved. Stepping on the ground under his feet, his body suddenly accelerated, his left and right hands clenched into fists, the skin of his whole body was tense, and he rushed straight towards Ye Cang.

Ye Cang stood in place, watching Tie Yi's fist continue to expand in his eyes, and when Tie Yi was about to get closer, his footwork changed, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.

"Such a fast speed, why is his Qingling Gong so fast?" At the edge of the dojo, a disciple of the Qingye Observatory of the Heavenly Nine Folds cried out in a lost voice, the Qingling Gong that Ye Cang had shown just now was far more than the realm of the second layer of "doing it at will".

He has mastered the third level of Qingling Gong, "the heart moves at will". A voice suddenly sounded, explaining the disciple's question just now, and everyone turned around, only to find that the figure of a moon white Taoist robe appeared around them at some point, it was the disciple Mu Chen who participated in the first discussion.

"Senior brother......" A few people around called softly, only to see Mu Chen gently wave his hand, signaling everyone not to make a sound and concentrate on watching the battle in the dojo.

At this time, on the dojo, Tie Yi missed a blow, his heart was horrified, and he instantly realized that something was wrong, and before he turned around, he swept his leg and kicked to the right rear, and at the same time put his hands in front of him and put on a defensive posture.

"Is it too late to start defending at this time?"

At this time, a flat voice sounded behind Tie Yi, Tie Yi only felt a palm lightly imprinted on his back, and in an instant, a huge force surged, and he was like a heavy hammer impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person involuntarily rose into the air and flew out of the dojo directly.

In one round, Xuantieguan was defeated by the ten-fold disciple Tieyi of the day after tomorrow.